Two jobs, two schools
Two homes, two different sets of rules
My plate is overflowing with unnecessary worries
How am I going to do this or that?
While I ignore my pains from my chest and back
I always have to prepare for something
That’s the work of a superwoman
Constantly solving problems and stuck in the middle of feuds
My ears have no choice but to listen to everyone’s blues
Always going the extra mile
When all the others just sit back and smile
That’s the work of a superwoman
Grieving in silence, crying in the dark, and wearing a smile everyday like there’s no sadness in your heart
Giving advice to others, but no one comes to your rescue when you suffer
Not being able to speak your mind freely
Only the pen and paper can tell my story discreetly
That’s the work of a superwoman
Striving so hard to be successful
But the work is so stressful
Hoping to get away from this negative little town
Where gossip and bad news travels faster than a loose hound
There’s nothing here for me
But a broken heart and bunch of lost memories
Managing to not care about the bad secrets they’ve shared
That’s the work of a superwoman
When will I be able to take my cape off my chest?
So that my weary heart can rest
When will I receive the love that I gave
So that my pain and sorrow will fade
I’ve given all I’ve got
Prayed all I can pray
Worked all I can work
Saved all that I can save
Loved all I can love
But now this superwoman deserves some rest
Bury me in a glittering pink casket
With big beautiful flowers
Dress me in all white and pearls with lace gloves
But don’t forget to release the doves
Don’t worry about having a service for me
Because I’m pretty sure you won’t realize all I’ve done in life as superwoman